Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.